Rerouted

[Nox]

Nox's arms were like jelly, he'd lost count of how many push ups he'd actually done having started over his counts when the syllables became more of a mouthful to say in his head on each rep. When the door open a gush of cold air rushed in and Nox saw patent leather shoes of a man in a suit drag the stool from outside inside and take a seat.

He spoke like a diplomat, politician, someone who likely would think he was nothing. But he wouldn't be rude, he had no idea how long he'd been here, and he didn't know how long he'd be here.

Nox sat on the cold floor his knees bent and pulled to his chest as he wiped sweat from his forehead on the scrubs short sleeve. "It's Nox."
He wasn't his father. He didn't want his father to be anymore disappointed than he already was either. He'd become what they hated - a monster and a traitor. Though he had never actually betrayed the Atharim. He only stopped doing precisely what they told him to do. Good as betrayal in his father's book.

He looked up from his spot on the floor at the black man. He knew who he was. Though was surprised that he had introduced himself as simple Marcus. Aria had things to say about him. He'd been with Ascendancy. He'd been hurt too. He'd been the one to kill the Ijiraq thanks to Aria's information. That seemed like a lifetime ago. It was only a matter of weeks.

Nox gave the new Consul his best smile. "Like I have any choice. What do you want to know?"